Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
dom
“Dom!” I hear Cory’s voice from where I’m standing in the living room after pouring her a glass of champagne and making an old fashioned for myself.
The chair she insisted on bringing with her sits in the corner near the window, situated in a way that works with the rest of the furniture.
Cory talked a big game, making me think the thing would be this hideous piece, when in truth it doesn’t look out of place at all.
If anything, the caramel-colored oversized leather chair makes the room look a hell of a lot more inviting.
She’s added a couple of throws on the dark gray couch and love seat.
I don’t bother responding. I scoop up the glasses, one in each hand, and take a sip of the whisky mixed with bitters, a dash of sugar, water, and orange peel. I chose to leave the cherry out, not wanting the extra dose of sweetness at this time.
“Cory, where are you?” I ask, heading down the hall toward the bedrooms. She could be in the home office, the spare bedroom which she said will be her arts and crafts room at some point in time, the other guest bedroom that has a bed, nightstand, and dresser, or the hall bathroom.
“Closet!” I hear her call the closer I make it into the master bedroom, dropping our drinks on the nearest available surface, and finally find her.
She doesn’t turn around, instead, I’m greeted with her hopelessly trapped, her arms contorted behind her back as she fights a losing battle with the fabric of her dress.
The zipper is jammed halfway down her spine, leaving her exposed and frustrated.
My cock is rock hard, and I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder than when she slid her hand to my thigh without me guiding her.
“Dom, thank god. I’m stuck, like honest to goodness stuck.
I might need you to rip this off of me.” She breathes with an edge of annoyance.
“Well, if anyone is going to rip clothes off you, sweetheart, it’s going to be me.
” The teasing remark rolls off my tongue, and I hear the sharp breath Cory takes.
The closet’s warm, recessed lighting catches on the curve of her bare shoulder, her long hair is pinned up, exposing the length of her neck, and her cheeks are red, probably from her struggle.
Bright eyes look back at me, her hands drop to her side, and she gives up.
“Please.” The whispered request has me crossing the threshold into the closet. My hands fly to my collar, and with a fluid, practiced motion, I pull at my silk tie, loosening it and undoing the top button of my shirt with one impatient tug.
“Hold still.” The space between us vanishes.
I step behind her, my heat radiating through the sliver of distance remaining.
“And what’s going to happen once I get you out of this?
” I murmur, my voice deeper and rougher than it was moments ago.
My hand reaches out, steadying her hip, while my other takes ahold of the delicate metal pull.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Methodically.
I drag the rasp of her zipper down. The low, sharp sound echoes in the quiet closet.
As the fabric parts, the back of my knuckles and tip of my finger glide along the milky bare skin of her spine.
A shiver races through her, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.
I pause, waiting to see what happens next, and my eyes darken as I watch as her breathing tremble in the mirror when she lets her dress fall to the ground.
“This.” My teeth sink into my lower lip, my nostrils flare, and my chest pounds. She’s there in the mirror, without a stitch of clothing save for a scrap of black lace that clings to her hips and black stilettos that arch her spine and do amazing things to her legs.
I’ve negotiated multi-billion-dollar deals without a flicker of hesitation, yet the sight of Cory Pierson completely undoes me.
My eyes sweep over her with a possessive hunger.
Her body is a masterpiece of soft curves.
I track the slope of her shoulders down to the narrow indentation of her waist and the lush, rounded flare of her hips.
The sheer lace of her panties offers a hint at the shadow that lies beneath.
She’s bare. My mouth waters at the thought of getting between her thighs.
The tempting curve of her ass has me grunting, and my grip moves from her hips to around her lower abdomen.
The tips of my fingers are right at the edge of her panties.
“I knew you’d be beautiful.” Seeing her like this, vulnerable, breathless, and looking at me through the reflection with wide, dark eyes, makes me only want her more.
“Dom.” Her head tips back, landing on my shoulder, and eyes close. I dip inside. I should have thought better of this, as in shed my jacket, lose my shirt, undershirt, belt, and all the rest of the shit.
“Hands on the mirror, sweetheart. You’re going to need it for what I’m about to do to you.
” She doesn’t listen at first, too involved in feeling where my fingers are.
I pull away, taking her hands in mine before pressing them against the cool glass.
I step closer, still fully dressed from our dinner tonight.
The contrast between us only makes it hotter.
“Dom, please, I ache.” I keep one hand on top of hers. The other goes slides to the edge of her panties, feeling her heat roll off her in waves.
“Look at yourself,” I groan, my chest vibrating against her back as the tips of my fingers graze the lips of her cunt, coming away with wetness.
I nudge her heels with my feet, needing more room to work and widening her stance.
“So beautiful, and you were going to try and deny us this.” My lips press against the pulse point at her neck.
She tilts up, giving me more room to work with.
My eyes meet hers in the reflection—dark, heavy-lidded, and burning so hot for me.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I command gruffly.
“I want you to see what I’m doing to you.
I want you to see how I’m going to take care of you.
” I slide my hand up the length of her arm, my calloused palm tracing each inch until I’m near her shoulder before slipping down to cup her breast. “Can’t wait to have this in my mouth.
” I roll the pebbled tip between my fingers, pulling on her nipple, watching as her eye close and her lips purse on a hushed sigh.
I don’t tell her she’s breaking the rules.
Instead, I keep working one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth between the two as her breathing turns ragged.
“Dom.” My name is a gasping plea.
“I’ve got you, Cory,” I whisper. My fingers dip lower.
The tips rasps over her clit, feeling the tight bud come to life.
Christ, how I wish it were my tongue doing the work, her fingers digging into the back of my head as her heels press into my back while she begs for more.
Her eyes open for the barest of moments, and that’s when I sink two fingers into her hot cunt.
The best part is that she watches. My thumb goes to work in slow, tight circles, fingers thrusting in and out, figuring out what makes her tick.
“Ah!” She arches her back, ass hitting my cock and moving up and down.
“Need you to watch, Cory,” I remind her, slowing my strokes down but making a deliberate upward motion that makes her hips twitch, seeking more pressure.
She forces her eyelids open, looking at her form.
She’s flush from her cheeks to her chest, and it makes my jaw clench because I’m fighting my own restraint.
“The next time I have you like this, it’ll be with me naked, my cock buried inside this sweet cunt and you pressed against the mirror.
The imprint of your body won’t ever be wiped away, either.
Every time we walk into this closet, we’ll see the outline, and it’ll make you pussy wet and my cock hard. ”
“Dom.” Her head drops forward. Fine with me. I know exactly the view she’s getting, which is why I slide another finger inside her, stretching her to prepare her to take my cock.
“You’re so wet for me.” Her hand leaves the mirror to grip the back of my head, using me for purchase. My fingers glide in and out, mimicking a slow, rhythmic roll that’s as deep as I can get. At the same time, I maintain a wicked and relentless motion on her clit. “Tell me you’re mine, Cory.”
“Dom, please, I’m... I’m so close.” She cries out, her voice breaking. Every slide of my fingers, every slick sound of our joined bodies, and it’s only getting better.
“Tell me,” I reiterate, keeping her on the edge.
“I’m yours.” Her eyes open for a moment before slamming shut again.
“Fuck yes, you are.” My eyes lock on every part of her, and I don’t slow down. I push harder, thumb circling faster, driving her right to the edge. “Christ, Cory. Come for me, baby.” Her head lifts up, eyes locking on mine, and a violent shudder ripples through her body.
“Dom!” A loud uninhibited cry is torn from her chest. I don’t stop.
I ride the wave right along with her, my fingers never stopping between her legs or working her tight nipples.
I milk every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body before wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her damp back flush against my chest while she catches her breath.